Big Time Rush Smut

·KENDALL· Mr. Schmidt [Pt. 1]

Here's a Kendall Schmidt Smut. Lol say that 5 times fast. All credit to the original writer on tumblr Lashtonslube

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"(Y/N)." Kendall yelled at the top of his voice. "(Y/N)."

"Geez I hear you." I mumbled making my way up the grand stair case. Kendall's house is the biggest house I've ever been in. It makes since. A few years ago his band Big Time Rush was the biggest band in the world. The bands success left each of the boys with millions to sit pretty with for the rest of their lives. Just last month they finished a reunion tour and it was the biggest thing to happen in music well, since the start of the band. I knocked on Kendall's bedroom door.

"Finally." he exasperated. "Come in. I swear to god you take forever to get places when I call you." I shut the door behind me.

"What do you need Mr. Schmidt?"

"Ava and I are going out." Ava is number two on Kendall's weekly what do you say... groupies? She's British pop royalty, but here's she's just groupie number two. I wouldn't mind the whole sex thing if my room wasn't right next to his. Every night him and groupie 1-4 depending on what day it is have the loudest sex I have ever heard in my life. I only have restful sleep on the weekends. "just, do your job and keep it clean here. Is that too much to ask?" I put on the fake smile I had to master working for this asshole and nodded.

"Good."

"You can leave now." Ava said in her thick accent. I turned to leave.
"Ava baby you only say that when the person has been standing there for a while." I heard Kendall say slightly muffled thought the door.

"It doesn't matter how I talk to her she's just the help." I made my way back downstairs. I've been Kendall's housekeeper for four months now and he's said ten times more hurtful things than that. Honestly I'm unimpressed. I felt my uniform ridding up, again. I've been telling Kendall I need a bigger one for weeks because the one he gave me is too small. The funny thing is when I first started this job it fit like I glove and now it's too small. He just laughed and blamed it on my "subpar laundry skills" even though every piece of clothing he owns I've laundered without any problems. I went back in the kitchen to get the wood polish to finish what I was doing. Kendall hates when I leave out cleaning supplies even for a second. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I waited for the click of the door shutting meaning Kendall and Ava are gone. When I finally heard, I reached down in my apron hoping it was the message I've been waiting for all day.

'I'm outside'

The message read. I dropped all the cleaning supplies, untied my apron, and rushed out towards the back door. I unlocked the door.

"Jett" I whisper shouted out. "Jett." I said again in a normal tone stepping outside. "Je-" Suddenly I felt arms around my waist making me scream but luckily Jett put his hand over my mouth.

"It's just me." He cooed then began laughing. I broke from his hold.
"Jett." I punched him in the shoulder. "That's wasn't funny."

"Ok ok." He forced back laugher to no avail. I frowned at him. "Aw (Y/N)."
"Just get in the house." I commanded gesturing toward the house. Jett and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks. No titles or anything, just each other's company. Jett pulled me back towards him enveloping me in his muscular frame.

"Have I told you how amazing your ass looks in your uniform?" A grin crept up on my face.

"You've mentioned it a couple of times." I turned around and pressed our lips together wrapping my hands around his neck. He pressed my body into the wall and began pushing his fingers up under the skirt of my uniform. "Jett." I put my hands on top of his. "Not here." He kissed down my neck.